who's turn is it to save who now?

Just east of the steppe there was a thicket that Delphi liked to frequent. Full of bushes and different varieties of trees, it was like a herb haven. From what she could scent, not many wolves made their way through here. The branches were dense and unless one was walking down one of the pathways, it wasn't easy to maneuver through. Which is probably why she also enjoyed it. She was small enough to slip through the thicket undetected and unharmed. Avoiding large thorns and predators that lurked around every corner.

Except for today. As she made her way through the snow and into the thicket to go pick some winter berries, she had no idea a very hungry cougar was watching her. Feet away, the silent feline blended into the browns and greys of the shrubbery. Its tail flickered back and forth as it stalked her. Oblivious to her pursuer, Delphi continued down the path toward a patch of berry bushes, humming to herself. About to begin her gathering, the snap of a stick made her freeze, one paw in the air, her fur instantly standing on end. Turning to look over her shoulder, all she can do is let out a scream as she watches the cougar come bounding toward her.